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She recognized the throaty tenor of the
blind man raised in a spurious and sickly rapture:
"Sa-anta-a Lu-u-ci-ia! Santa Luci--a!"
It recalled her sharply to the night of the storm. For a moment she
felt again the strange, the unreasonable sense of fear, indefinable
but harsh, which had come upon her then, as fear comes suddenly
sometimes upon a child.
Then she stepped into the restaurant.
As on the other night, there were but few people dining there, and
they were away at the far end of the big room. Near them stood the
musicians under a light--seedy, depressed; except the blind man, who
lifted his big head, rolled his tongue, and swelled and grew scarlet
in an effort to be impressive.
Hermione sat down at the first table.
For a moment no one saw her. She heard men's voices talking loudly and
gayly, the clatter of plates, the clink of knives and forks. She
looked round for the visitors' book. If it were lying near she thought
she would open it, search for what Emile had written, and then slip
away at once unobserved.


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